Daily the bending skies solicit man. The seasons chariot him from this exile, The rainbow hours bedeck his glowing chair, The storm-winds urge the heavy weeks along, Suns haste to set, that so remoter lights Beckon the wanderer to his vaster home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 1. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER JOHN BROWN'S BODY by CHARLES SPRAGUE HALL MY MADONNA by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY INSCRIPTIONS: 8 by MARK AKENSIDE BEAUTIFUL LADY by SHEILA BARBOUR ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS [JANUARY 14, 1807] by JOEL BARLOW |